What of the man who wishes for the desire to hateOr the man who does not wish to feelWhat of the man who is not sensitive to another’s painAnd knows only how to concealWhat he truly isAnd what he truly feelsAnd lives in such a wayThat they become his false idealsAnd he forgets what once he wasFor this is his purpose is it notTo become what he can never beBut still he’ll try and cast out thatWhich might expose his pretence, seenThat he is not the laughing clownWho can keep all things togetherAnd wear a golden crownThat attracts many admirersWomen taken by a smileThis man who has so many wordsAnd knows how to beguileWhat of the man who is shown how he behavesBy another just like himAnd he does not want for her to knowAnd he will not allow her inObsessed by hateBut buried deepAnd if those thoughts allowed to moveInto the recesses of his soulHe will lose all that he has provedHe will surrender his controlAnd pretence will fall awayColours will cease to brightenEnter demons of the dayAnd everything he knowsIn this life that he has builtThe people that are in itWill gently start to wiltWhat of this man who hurts anotherTo protect everything he ownsThis man is lost but to himselfHis lies now set in stone